Speaking of piracy... cough, cough, speaking of Projection Magecraft, Red Archer was one of the most overpowered beings in the Type-Moon World. Aside from the absolute top-tier ones, he could replicate any Noble Phantasm he had seen, making him the nemesis of some super-rich tycoon.
If Noble Phantasms clashed head-on, it would once again prove that the originals were all just for show and actually unable to withstand a single blow!
Projection lowered a Noble Phantasm's rank, but it also produced unexpected effects. This time, while Red Archer projected Heracles's axe-sword, he also projected the technique Nine Lives.
He swung the axe-sword at godlike speed, launching rapid attacks at vital points such as the upper arms, collarbones, windpipe, skull, solar plexus, and ribs, unleashing the technique all at once. His attack was too dazzling to follow. The axe-sword resembled a brilliant star, freely pouring forth blazing white streams of light and sealing off every vital point around Lancelot.
I can win. If I bring this sword down, I can win!
Red Archer firmly believed it. This strike had reached the realm of myth. No matter how powerful the opponent was, it would crush and defeat them with overwhelming force.
The enormous, unwieldy axe-sword moved with agility utterly disproportionate to its size, slashing and thrusting repeatedly as it became an unstoppable torrent pressing in on Lancelot from every direction. There were no openings, no blind spots, no weaknesses. This strike was so perfect that it should not have existed...
That was what Red Archer thought.
Lancelot stood amid the raging storm, allowing his body to be controlled by magic power. He knew who was controlling him. Other than his Master, Duke, no one could do it.
The overwhelming offensive surged toward him. Time seemed to freeze at that instant, and in